Bleach: I Have No Talent

Shiro bit into the apple Haruto had brought earlier with a deep sigh. Its sweetness barely registered as he chewed mechanically, his mind adrift in a haze of exhaustion and discomfort. Haruto and Aizen had already left, and Katsu was still sound asleep. Left alone with his thoughts, Shiro felt a strange emptiness settle over him.

The system had been updating since his fight with the hollow, leaving him unable to accept new quests—a rare blessing in disguise. But the absence of its usual activity left him restless, his mind drifting to darker thoughts.

Before he could spiral further, the door creaked open. A tall figure stepped inside: the academy's doctor.

"I see you're able to move around a bit without too much pain," the doctor remarked, his tone neutral yet professional.

"Not really," Shiro replied dryly, shifting uncomfortably in his bed. "This wound hurts like hell, but I was starving."

As the two spoke, Katsu stirred in his bed, groaning faintly. The doctor turned to him with a reassuring nod.

"You should be fine by tomorrow," he said. "Fortunately, it was just a concussion and a minor bleed. You avoided anything worse, like intracranial bleeding."

Katsu blinked groggily, his confusion evident. "The show's... a little blurry," he mumbled, shaking his head.

The doctor turned back to Shiro, his expression growing more serious. "Your case, however... even though we've healed your external injuries, the burns and stab wound are severe. Your body needs time to recover. You'll have to stay here for at least two more days."

Shiro sighed, leaning back against the pillows. The news wasn't surprising, but it was still frustrating. "Got it," he muttered.

"The nurse will bring your dinner in about 30 minutes," the doctor added before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Silence settled once again, broken only by Katsu's soft breathing. Moments later, Katsu turned to Shiro, his confusion fading slightly.

"What happened?" he asked. "How did we even end up here?"

Shiro welcomed the conversation. It was a relief to have someone to talk to, even if the topic wasn't pleasant. He recounted the events of their encounter with the hollow, detailing every moment he could recall.

Katsu listened intently, his expression shifting between surprise and concern. Shiro's calm, measured tone made the retelling almost surreal.

After about ten minutes, Katsu's fatigue caught up with him. He fell asleep again, leaving Shiro alone once more.

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Unable to bear the stillness, Shiro decided to move. Every muscle in his body protested as he gritted his teeth and swung his legs off the bed. Pain flared through his abdomen and hands, but he forced himself upright.

Slow, measured steps carried him to the bathroom. Once inside, he leaned heavily against the sink, catching his breath. The fluorescent light flickered weakly overhead, casting a pale glow over his reflection.

Stripping off his hospital clothes, Shiro examined himself in the mirror. The sight was sobering.

A large, angry stab wound marred his abdomen, the skin around it stitched but still raw. His chest and hands bore the brunt of the burns, the skin darker and rougher than before. His fingers, especially, looked charred—a grim reminder of his desperate fight.

He turned on the shower, stepping into the warm stream of water. The sensation was soothing, a brief reprieve from the constant ache. As the water cascaded over him, his mind wandered.

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Shiro's thoughts drifted to the system. He had unlocked the option to reclaim his past life's memories, yet he hesitated. The "Reward" button lingered in his mind, a simple click away from answers.

Drying off and redressing, Shiro returned to the mirror. With a deep breath, he summoned the system interface. The familiar blue screen appeared, its text glowing faintly.

System is Updating (10%)

Click on Reward to Unlock Past Life Memories

The button seemed to pulse, drawing him in. With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, Shiro clicked it.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a sharp, blinding pain shot through his skull. He collapsed to the floor, clutching his head as his body convulsed. He bit his lip to stifle any cries, determined not to wake Katsu or alert the staff.

The pain was unbearable, yet amidst the agony, images began to flood his mind. It was like watching a fragmented movie—a life he had lived but forgotten.

He saw himself with his younger sister Mei, her laughter a distant echo. His mother's weary face came next, worn down by grief after his father's death.

Then came his best friend, Akio, and the countless days they had spent together.

Memories of another world followed: stories of heroes and villains, of powers beyond comprehension. Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto, Black Clover, My Hero Academia, Bleach... the list went on.

One memory stood out. Bleach.

He had always known he was in the world of Bleach, but the full weight of that realization hit him now. He wasn't just in the world—he was friends with Aizen Sousuke, the eventual mastermind behind the series' chaos.

But Aizen wasn't a captain yet. This was long before the main timeline, a fact that left Shiro both relieved and disappointed. He wouldn't meet Ichigo, Orihime, or the others anytime soon.

Another memory surfaced, one that made his stomach churn. He recognized the similarities between White, the hollow Aizen would create in the future, and Kurozai, the creature he had recently encountered.

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Shiro pushed himself to his feet, his body trembling from exhaustion. He limped back to his bed just as the door opened. A nurse entered, carrying a tray of food.

The aroma filled the room—a hearty stew of beef and vegetables, accompanied by a side of rice and freshly baked bread. A small dessert of sweet bean paste and fruit sat neatly on the tray.

"Dinner is served," the nurse said with a smile, placing the tray on the bedside table.

Shiro nodded in thanks, though his appetite was tempered by the weight of his thoughts. As he ate, his mind raced.

He had seen the darkness within Aizen, the cunning and ambition that would one day make him a villain. Yet, in this timeline, Aizen was still his friend. Shiro couldn't help but wonder: Could he change Aizen's fate? Or was it already set in stone?

One thing was certain—Kurozai wasn't just a hollow. It was a harbinger of what was to come.

For now, Shiro focused on finishing his meal, steeling himself for the challenges ahead.

After finishing his meal, Shiro leaned back on his bed, letting out a deep breath. The itching from the prank still lingered, but it was bearable now. He pulled out his Asauchi and placed it beside him, the familiar weight calming his mind. But his attention quickly shifted as he felt the familiar hum of the system.

His eyes narrowed as he focused on the system's message:

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System Update in Progress: 11%

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A prompt appeared:

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The host can now spin for two random A-grade ninjutsu scrolls and four B-grade scrolls.

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Should I? Shiro thought, his fingers itching for the chance to spin. He had already grown accustomed to the strange excitement that came with these random rewards. Some spins had given him powerful abilities, others... not so much. But the possibility of obtaining something truly useful kept his interest piqued.

The option blinked at him:

Spin?

Yes / No

Without hesitation, Shiro clicked Yes.

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The screen flickered as the system gears shifted, a soft hum vibrating through the air. Shiro sat up, his heart racing slightly in anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a little excited—maybe he would get something that could turn the tide in his favor, something useful for his upcoming battles.

The wheel spun rapidly, the colors blurring together. His eyes followed its movement, the click of the gears growing louder in his ears as the scrolls rolled past. A few seconds later, the system gave a soft chime, signaling the end of the spin.

Results:

A-Grade Scroll 1: Summoning Jutsu to random animal

A-Grade Scroll 2: Lightning Style: Chidori

B-Grade Scroll 1: Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation

B-Grade Scroll 2: Earth Style: Mud Wall

B-Grade Scroll 3: Fire Release: Ash Pile Burning

B-Grade Scroll 4. Wind Style: Gale Palm

Shiro blinked at the results, his heart pounding in his chest. Each scroll contained a power he could wield, but the consequences of misusing them could be dire. He clenched his fist, already feeling the pull of his growing power and the danger that came with it.

Progress: 25.31%

Template: Madara Uchiha

[System Status]

Strength: 45

Endurance: 48

Speed: 46

Reiatsu Control: 47

Intelligence: 47

Battle Instinct: 48

[Abilities]

Sharingan (3nd Tomoe):

Enhanced tracking of fast movements, with greater accuracy.

Can cast basic genjutsu, manipulating the opponent's perception.

Can copy techniques such as Zanjutsu, Hakuda, and Kidō with near-perfect accuracy, adapting them for personal use.

Hollow Detection: Sense the presence of

Hollows.

[Techniques Unlocked]

Water Style: Water Prison Jutsu

Shunpo

Byakurai

Shō

Reiatsu Strengthening

Moeru Danmaku

Water Style: Water Shark Bullet

Kaidō

Shadow Clone Jutsu

Bakudō: Sai

Bakudō: Hainawa

Wind Style: Gale Palm

Earth Style: Mud Wall

Fire Release: Ash Pile Burning

Summoning Jutsu to random animal

Lightning Style: Chidori

Fire Release: Great Fire Annihilation

[Asauchi Imprinting Progress]

Current Bond Level: 55%